The brutality of battle, the slaughter in masses
Our minds foggy, seeing through worn glasses.
Our brothers killed, friend and foe.
Together we are one, a multi-colored snow.
It matters not, our race or religion.
We should all be loved, like a trophy-won ribbon.
Yet here we stand murdering our race.
You think THIS is bad, but it's only a taste.
So pick up your fallen commrad and love him to the core.
Stop liking this hate and the brutality of war....
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